I can’t find my way home

It’s still a place I need to be

Can someone show me any place,

That could be home for me


Not back there in the North

In the windswept bitter cold

With the sidewalks growing grass

Where we would only grow old


And all the mines are gone

But no one knows or cares

If a thing is not nailed down

It was never there


I still remember how it seemed

An old-world symphony of tears

And now what I want’s always beyond my reach

Where the river bends


Wasn’t down here in the south

Always on nightshift or on call

There’s no sunshine in the streets

The buildings grew so tall

And no-one sees your eyes

But from a corner of their own

And they only really feel it when the balance has all gone


They don’t care how

And they don’t care why

It’s enough to make a grown man cry, and I do.

What’s it to you?


If I can’t find my way home

And it’s still a place I need to be

Seems what I want’s always beyond my reach

And where the river bends


Singing songs down from the trees

To race across the open fields

Around the trucks like carrion for the fall

And the fruit we tried to steal


I cannot find my way home,

Empty places packed and gone

As if what I want’s always beyond the point

Of where the river bends


Just where the river bends

Where the river bends